Stella Passage West Whore ❤️

About Dublin

I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, D’oh! She’s dancin’ through life, all glitter and smoke, like Jep Gambardella chasin’ somethin’ he can’t grab. Pisses me off, though—guys judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Hey, she’s just livin’, ya jerks! Happiest I got was seein’ her flip off some snob—priceless! Surprised me too, ‘cause she’s got this soft side, feeds stray cats sometimes. Who knew?

W the Whore

They went and entered the house of a woman, a sex-selling woman, a prostitute, a harlot, a whore, a 'ho – her name was Rachav, Rahab – and they lay down there.

After a while, the rain stops, and the sun peeks out. It’s like a sign, right? I walk her back to her place, and we exchange numbers. I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I remember my charcoal pit. I rush back, and of course, the fire’s gone out. Ugh! I’m so mad!

Death Notice of Noreen O'Reilly (née O'Donovan) (Passage West, Cork)